Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.